Page 14 of Drive Her Wild

With a hand in my hair and an arm wrapped firmly around my waist, he lifts me from the counter. Kissing along my neck, he carries me to the couch.

Jackson sits on the couch, his hands roughly roam up and down my spine. He whispers into my ear, “I plan to take my time with you as I worship the fuck out of your body.”

Climbing from the couch, I slide to the floor between his knees and begin to undo his pants. When I free his cock, I stare into his eyes as I circle my tongue around the tip. A needy moan rattles from his lungs.

“You can start by worshipping my mouth,” I open wide and bring him into my mouth. I take my time and slide the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I take him deep. He hits the back of my throat, and I fight the urge to gag, continuing to take him until my lips reach his base.

Groans rattle from his chest as I lick him from tip to base. Reaching for his hand, I place it at the back of my head still with my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Fully understanding the gesture, he firmly grips the hair at the back of my head. He uses his hold and sets the pace at which he fucks my mouth and throat.

My arousal trickles down my bare thighs, and I moan around his cock with need. With one hand gently tugging at his balls, I use the other to play with my needy clit.

“Fuck…are you trying to make me spill down your throat?” Jackson snarls as he pulls my mouth from him. His eyes are immediately drawn to the fingers working between my legs, a smile spreads across his face.

“Come sit that ass on my lap” He helps me to my feet. “You can ride my cock while I watch you tease your needy cunt.”

I groan, still sore from yesterday, as drags me backward over his length.

“I fucking love how you stretch me.” I grind my ass into his lap as I continue to play with my clit.

“That fucking mouth…”. His hands grip my hips, accentuating my movements, as he sucks at my neck. “Spread those thighs wider, I want to watch you drip all over me.”

My fingers continue to toy with my clit as I slide over Jackson’s massive cock, the movements of my hips losing rhythm as I hover at the cusp of my orgasm.

Jackson’s fingers wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip, and roughly teases my nipple as he whispers in my ear, “Which one of us is going to be lucky enough to suck those fingers clean when you come all over my cock?”

Struggling to breathe, my orgasm vibrates as I groan against his hand.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you come, firecracker.” He loosens his tight grip around my neck, still maintaining a tight hold. “I can’t fucking get enough of it.”

I press my fingers into his mouth, and he sucks them clean of my arousal while stroking them with his tongue.

“Mmmm,” I groan. “That fucking tongue…”

In a swift, smooth motion, he has me on my back and drives into me from between my thighs. His eyes locked on mine; every thrust of his cock drives us both toward the edge.

Jack’s cock grows even more rigid inside me, grinding hard against my walls, and I’m about to lose control.

“Fucking come with me.” Jack thrusts into me demandingly hard and I have no choice. The orgasm explodes through me as unloads inside me.

Epilogue

AMAYA

Valentine’s Day – Three Weeks Later

“We really need to stop fucking on the cars at work,” Jack shouts from the shower. “It took me two hours to get that dent out of the hood. And now we’re probably going to lose our reservation at the lodge.”

Pulling back the curtain, I peek my head into the shower. My eyes roam over his sudsy body. “I don’t know why you’re in such a rush. I’ve told you I don’t care about this commercialized holiday anyway.”

That might be a slight lie.

I never used to care about Valentine’s Day.

But I also never had anyone like Jack in my life before.

It’s only been three short weeks, but we’ve become inseparable. Jack has low-key moved into my condo with me. He might not have a key—yet—but he sleeps here every night. More and more of his things are making their way into my cabinets and closets.

Hell, even Daisy has her own bed in the corner of our…my…room.

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